My memory is a pos… Weren’t there murmurings of a massive intelligence issue surrounding Gabbard? Or was that someone else… I remember hearing about something that was so alarmingly terrible, no one knew how to address it. And then I never heard anything about it again.

I’m going stir crazy stuck inside with this weather. I *may* have to put on a swim suit and go for a bike ride

It came today… But it’s soaked 🙃

I don’t remember the paper just not coming when I was a kid. My delivery time is 6:30. I’m out there at 6:45. I don’t think it’s likely someone’s waiting in the bushes to steal it.

I quit smoking weed, and cut back drastically on caffeine, and deleted the dating apps, and I think I should’ve maybe planned this better. This week has been HELL. And I’m down to 155lbs.

Some days I wake up, and for no reason that I can discern, I feel like I’ve done something very terrible.

Had a dream last night I ran into one of my favorite old neighbors, and he had a license plate on his truck that said HAWGDOG

I guess the Belle Chasse F-15s do *three* laps now.

Well, I’m officially a cat owner. Little boy just hurled on the rug.

The coldest winter I’ve ever experienced is a summer in my office.

Got a substantial crush on someone from the town I grew up in. We’ve never met (that I remember), but like each other’s shit on ig. What the fuck is wrong with me.

I still can’t believe I’ve been obsessed with aviation and bikes since I was single digits, and didn’t know Boeing made a bike lube. This might be a personal Mandela effect.

Jfc, hobbies are if-you-give-a-mouse-a-cookie expense traps. Cycling is going to fucking bankrupt me.

Carlos Marcello’s house is on fb marketplace for <$500k

I got a print subscription to a newspaper and two magazines, and my screen time has plummeted. It’s crazy how being totally immersed in the horrors of the world still feels better than doomscrolling for 6-10hrs a day.

In the latest installment of ‘Evan Gets His Shit Together’, my new comforter just came in. So I don’t have to use the tattered one I’ve had since high school anymore. (I had another I loved, but it was stolen in a move ten years ago)

RIP Clarence Carter. Once I was fixing an A/V system on a yacht. I had my phone plugged into the aux cable, and was playing my itunes on shuffle, so if I did something right, I’d suddenly hear the music and know. This yacht, btw, is in a marina. And it’s 10pm. Dead silent…

My PC at work barely functions. It’s running Windows 7, and can’t work w/my printer. Our IT guy hasn’t been here for 6mo, and keeps making excuses, and finally showed up yesterday… Said he had a replacement for my computer… I get here this morning, and he didn’t do shit.

I bought a bike computer and a heart rate monitor. I told y’all not to let me do this.

Had the paper delivered for a week now, and 1/3 of the time it doesn’t come. I had to cancel multiple streaming services to afford this. It’s really frustrating.

ARE THE TERMITES AS BAD THERE AS THEY ARE HERE?!

Someone in the elevator at work saw me bringing up my boss’s NYT, and told me her ex would read the entire Sunday edition from front to back, every Sunday. I just got my first Sunday edition. What the fuck. How? How?? With my dyslexia, it would take me days, without breaks.

I need to get a bike trainer for the days when frustrations mount and I can't go do furious flying laps around Audubon. I need a hamster wheel.

I hate that this whole fucking economy is a scam. I can't do anything without making an account, giving my credit card information, signing a fucking contract, agreeing to terms and conditions, subscribing to a newsletter, submitting a DNA sample, pledging my firstborn......

Bike rack recs? Want something that’ll attach to the trunk of a car, and won’t cost too much.

I’ll throw the toy for Po to fetch, he’ll run after it, then he’ll get distracted with something for a sec, then he’ll come back to me without the toy and look at me like, ‘Ok, I’m ready. Throw it.’

Just rode the bday bike for the first time in a week (been riding this absolute carbon fiber *rocket* that @casinojoeyahoo.bsky.social hooked me up with), and gahhhhh LEE y'all! This bike is just SO DAMN NICE TO RIDE. Bday bike:Carbon Fiber Rocket::Singer Porsche:GT3 RS

I’m pretty sure Po knows when I put shoes on, it means I’m leaving. Makes me feel bad… :(

Might be an early first arrival for the tall ship thing later this month

When I bought my kitchen trash can, it was $27. It was a super shitty design, and finally broke after only 18mo. The same model is now $70. And I’m having a hard time finding anything else that doesn’t look cheap as shit for any less than that. Fuck this economy, man…

Seriously, someone needs to grab this bike. It’s got a ton of charm. It’s too small for me, or I might not be able to stop myself.

Pretty cool, super solid bike for a pretty decent deal. Hand built in England, lugged Reynolds steel, Shimano bits, fresh consumables. It’s spring. If you’re ~5’6”-5’9”, here’s your bike. www.facebook.com/share/17sB5d...

Just saw a video of a guy who converted an early 80s Toyota pickup with a grenaded 22R to full electric, and I may have a new goal. He even kept the 5-speed transmission.

I worked for a really cool surfer dude captain in Fort Lauderdale who used to say, ‘I don’t work till the coffee does.’ But I swear, somedays the coffee doesn’t work…

I'm not gonna lie, I look fuckin good in the full kit, with the bib suspenders and my powder blue jersey. We snapped a group pic. I'll post it when they text it.

Well. Last week I was impressed by how much stronger I was on the bike than I thought I'd be. Well, I don't know if it's because I didn't have my baggy clothes flapping in the wind this time or what, but I may need a faster group ride. I like this one, but I wanna push myself.

Someone at work told me their son’s at ULL, and says the food in Lafayette sucks. I asked where he’s eaten. They told me so far just the school cafeteria…

Well, I got the bib. Jersey comes in tmrw. I've said more than once on here that I'd never become one of those cyclists, & it took one group ride, & now here I am, in the fucking lycra. If y'all hear me say zone 2, or FTP, or post Strava screenshots, please do the humane thing...

Canceled a couple streaming services to start getting the paper delivered at home. Between that, paying my rent by check, and knowing how to drive a manual, I don’t wanna hear it from older generations ever again!

I love this kitten, but he makes it virtually impossible to ever read anything. I haven’t read a book in months.

Man, I’ve come so far the past few years with my road rage, but one thing that still grinds my gears is when I’m going the speed limit, someone waiting at a stop sign looks right at me coming, and still turns right in front of me going 1/3 my speed.

Maybe I could’ve done more… I bet I could’ve… But I’m still more worn out today than I’ve been since the last day I stagehanded.

I am wayyyy stronger a rider than I expected. Just did 25mi at 15-18mph, with some wind, and sprinted the last half mile or so, and still feel like I could go another 20mi. I’m buying the lycra, though… Shorts, at least. My ass hated this experience…

Going on my first group ride tonight since high school. Odds are strong this means I’m gonna end up in lycra before too long…

A week ago I made some tweaks to my diet. More vegetables and fruit, a TON more fiber, probiotics, zero refined sugar. Holy *shit* my mind is fucking *blown away* by how much better I feel so soon.

VISCOUS VEHICULAR BLOOD IS SPILLED UPON THE EARTH, THE GREEN GODS OF THUNDER ARE SATED, AND THE GROUND IS NEUTRAL ONCE MORE. PERLEY THOMAS BE PRAISED.

I just got some of the best news in a while. I'm taking a trip. I've missed traveling so fucking much. I literally haven't been out of the gulf south in over 15 years. I haven't been farther than Pensacola since I got sober. I'm going to see one of my oldest friends.

I don’t know who put meth in everyone’s wheaties this morning, but there’s nothing but feral assholes on the roads today.

I think a dangerous tattooed lady who rides fixed gear could solve all of my life’s problems.